what is a pirate?

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

Redemption Song
Bob Marley
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2 time 3 is six
six times three is 18
and the eighteenth letter in the alphabet in ARRRRRRR, matey!

Ruby

Let Me Be
Xavier Rudd

Oh oh, Let me be now
Hmm hmm, let me because
I want to be free now
Oh oh, free to see, yeah well
Want to walk away, oh oh
Let me feel my feet
Let me be, free

Time and time and time we see these
Acts against humanity, well,
Each for each and each will be then
Shed blood for what they each believe, well
On and on and on we go well,
Some will you see and, some won't be
True for you and truth will lead you
To a sense of, well now, peace

Let me be now
Hmm hmm, let me because
I want to be free now,
Oh oh, free to see, yeah well
Want to walk away, oh oh
Let me feel my feet
Let me be, free

Time and time and time we see these
Acts against humanity, well
Each for each and each will be then
Shed blood for what they each believe, well
On and on and on we go well
Some will you see and, some won't be
True for you and truth will lead you
To a sense of,well now, peace

Let me be now

Hmm hmm, let me because
I want to be free now
Oh oh, free to see, yeah well
Want to walk away, oh oh
Let me feel my feet
Let me be, free

(Solo)

Wanna be wanna see would you let me go
Let me be now, hmm hmm, let me be
Wanna be wanna see would you let me go
Let me be now, hmm hmm, let me be-cause
I wanna be free
Oh, i wanna be free
Yeah I said, I said, I said, I said
Free free now, free to see
Oh, cos I, wanna be free

what kind of wrapping paper does God wrap lessons in?

Phish
Friday


I crashed, I burned
But then I learned
To keep my eye on you
You always say
You'll lead the way
But then you never do

I slowed, I swerved
But lost my nerve
And quickly looked away
When I looked back
The day was black
Then I heard you say

Why is the sun hot?
Why does it rain?
Why is there danger and
Why is there pain?
Why can't the burden
we carry go away?
And why isn't it Friday today?

Your lack of trust
Is hardly just
So do as you've been told
Please follow me
Into the sea
Don't worry if it's cold

I knew right then
My chance again
Had quickly slipped away
I crash I cry
I burn but I
Still follow anyway

Why is the sea cool?
Why is it blue?
Why do I stay here?
Why is it you
Notice the danger
But don't help in any way?
Why isn't it Friday today?

ba-loooon

Office Space Redefined

Roundabout
Yes

I’ll be the round about
The words will make you out ’n’ out
You change the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and
In and out the valley

The muses dance and sing
They make the children really ring
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and
In and out the valley

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they
Stand there
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see
You
Ten true summers we’ll be there and
Laughing too
Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be
There with you

I will remember you
Your silhouette will charge the view
Of distance atmosphere
Call it morning driving thru the sound and
Even in the valley

Along the drifting cloud the eagle searching
Down on the land
Catching the swirling wind the sailor sees
The rim of the land
The eagle’s dancing wings create as weather
Spins out of hand
Go closer hold the land feel partly no more
Than grains of sand
We stand to lose all time a thousand answers
By in our hand
Next to your deeper fears we stand
Surrounded by a million years

I’ll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ’n’ out
I’ll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ’n’ out

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they
Stand there
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see
You
Ten true summers we’ll be there and
Laughing too
Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be
There with you

australian valentine's day

Me: Do you celebrate Valentines Day in Australia?
Emma: Yeah of course we do… it means something different though, it’s a time for the aboriginals to reflect on the dream time. So we exchange gifts usually a gum leaf to the ones we love! Usually the aboriginals will sit around a camp fire slowly toasting the gum leafs getting high off the aroma that penetrates the atmosphere!
Me: What’s a gum leaf?
Emma: It’s what koalas eat
Me: What sound does a koala make?
Emma: koala sound

this mortal coil

So I’m in the ill-fated A4 coming down a snowy mountain pass in Park City, Utah on Saturday, right. Jeff and I had just picked up two friends to go back down the mountain to see a free G Love and Special Sauce with Michael Franti and Spearhead show, after work, at the base of the ski mountain. It’s been snowing all day, the roads are atrocious, and coming down around a blind turn the brakes lock, car goes into an accelerating skid because of gravity, and we cream into a maroon Lincoln Navigator that’s coming around the bend up the mountain. It’s pretty much a slow motion head on collision, except we weren’t going slow it just felt that way because we were skidding for so long with no way to get out of the way, and then kissed into the snow bank. Thank God the snow bank was there or else we’d be over the ledge and tumbling down down down a mountainside. Anyways, at this point it would just be a shitty story I don’t have to look into much further, but from here other things started to come to light.
I was really shaken up at the time and so didn’t really notice, but the other car was a “Utah Limousine” taking Leah Thompson to the place she was staying up on the mountain in this private real estate area. That’s right, the Leah Thompson (Back to the Future, Denise the Menace, Caroline in the City, etc.) Jeff gave her a cigarette but I was in no mood for celebrity watching and didn’t think about it at all. The Sundance Film Festival is in town right now so it seemed almost fitting that I skid into a celebrity. Then to literally put salt in the wound, right after the crash the salt truck drives by flinging salt on the road in hopes of preventing the NEXT accident, as well as saving their own ass. But anyways, life is what we make of it right?
We had just picked up Lizzie and Madison when Lizzie’s father, John Reinhard (sp?) came driving by the accident and stopped to get out and make sure we were ok. He told the cop we were with him and told us to come back up to the house after the wrecker came to tow the car away, so we did. The cops couldn’t get over the fact it was Leah Thompson and I wanted to smack them for being so childish, but it wasn’t really on my priority list. So the wrecker comes, Jeff and I are freezing from standing in the snow, and the cop takes us up to one of the most incredible houses I’ve ever seen, right on the side of the mountain, and Mr. Reinhard pours us a glass of scotch and tells us to take our shows off and relax. He’s having company for the night but would like nothing more than to have us stay, so we do, because, well, we don’t have a car anyways. Kerry the live in chef takes care of us and precedes to cook the most fantastic meal ever while we visit with the visitors and fill them in on what happened, our stories, how we got here, where we want to go from here, etc.
Mr. Reinhard owns one of the world’s largest advertising companies and is responsible for the Hamburglar as we as the “two all beef patties, special sauce…” jingle we all know. That was him, he coined that. His friend is president of Sesame Street I believe and when we told him we had graduated from SMU he chuckled and said he’s actually giving a lecture there in three weeks. Haha, small world. There was a filmmaker named Jessica Cole there as well and she chuckled of course, because my name is Cole. “We’re reciprocal,” I told her. I told them about the music festival, they said their son produces music festivals. In fact, on their way up to the Reinhard’s when they passed my car in the snow bank they had just been coming from hanging out with Dave Matthews, whoever that is.
So despite the shitty car situation there was a powerful silver lining to the whole day. Reinhard is friends with Tom Wolfe to, and said he’s waiting for my book, so all I’ve got to do is get it to him for an editing session. He even said he’s buy a copy. In a world of teambuilding sometimes it takes something like an imminent crash into a car to wake us up and converge us with things. Such a day. One of those days where when you wake up you couldn’t possible conceive of what was going to transpire before you go to sleep again. We gave the friends lift passes the next morning and they gave us a stack of Sundance film tickets. Then their driver, Kevin, took us down the mountain about 11:30pm and we discovered we share the same musical tastes. In fact, he know String Cheese so well they used to sleep on his couch when they played the ski bar circuit back in the day before they got so popular. People, just people who know people and meet other people and share things. People.

Following through with the perspective of things, last night my dear Grandmother, Mama Nell, passed on. When I awoke this morning all I could think of was Peter Pan when he said, “to die would be a great adventure,” and I felt excited for Mama Nell to be able to go be herself again. Her body had become a trap, her dementia made communicating very hard, but her soul was vibrant and flashed in her eyes and now it is free. I am sad but I love her and death is not a bad thing. Death is the best thing in fact, it’s only hard for those of us left living. God Bless you mama Nell, you have had a wonderful life and you brought the Dawn to us and I thank you thank you thank you for everything. I love you. I’m glad you’re free to inspire me through my fingertips and my heart now in a way you never could before, trapped in that mortal coil. Tell papa Joe hello for me, and dad too, I know they’re near now. I’m glad you’re reunited, have a blast in the bardos, and if there‘s anything you want to leak back to me I’ll be listening for it. Your time has come, now you’re free to run, enjoy what you’ve been blessed with, you earned it for a lifetime.


Really puts a stupid car into perspective doesn’t it? Things are only things, but life is life. Sweet blessed life. Maybe my body is a metaphorical car...perhaps i'm free too?


-two songs-

Who am I?
SCI

Through my senses, I'm reliving childhood memories from my past
But, in an instant it is over, fading quickly from my mind
In the photo with piano, I see a man whose time has gone
I knew him only for a moment, but in his spirit I live on

What I was I am
It all comes 'round again
And who I used to be
Is still a part of me

An early morning, cold December, a family gathered all around
Taken back what I was given, open grave site, frozen ground
I see my hands, they are my father's, time has worn my fingers thin
Humor, laughter, ever after, my heart still remembers him

What I was I am
It all comes 'round again
Who he used to be
Is still a part of me

All the moments seldom last
And memories they fade so fast
I turn away and life has passed

Who Am I?

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Joyful Sound
SCI

Take time to give thanks
Make time to be given
I’m going to stop and think twice
About the way that I'm living
Did I say a kind word?
Am I proud of my actions?
You know a job well done
Gives me satisfaction
Can I earn your trust?
Your love and affection?
Just one step at a time
In the right direction
Going to aim for the sky
Keep my feet on the ground
Raise my voice to the heavens
Make a joyful sound

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Naaaaaaa....
Make a joyful sound

Can I sing for my supper
And play for my rent
I know it sounds funny
But it's how my time's spent
Greet everyday with full purpose
With passion and pride
I’m going to follow my heart
And have nothing to hide
A moment of insight
I know why I'm here
You know when the time just stops
See it all real clear
I’ve got to set an example
Make some mischief and fun
Do unto others and
Play a fat bass run

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Naaaaaaa....
Make a joyful sound

I got to work hard everyday
And give it my best
Grab hold of fear and negativity
And lay them to rest
I know my time here's important
Can I do the right thing?
Practice patience and forgiveness
Feel the joy that they bring
Can I lay down tonight
Without feeling regret?
I know the love that I give
Becomes the love that I get

Well do you hear what I'm saying
Making sense to you?
Well if you feel it in your heart
Then you might want to sing too

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Naaaaaaa....
Make a joyful sound

I don't want to sound preachy
Make you feel all wrong
Just want to write some kind lyrics
Sing a feel good song
It's kind of hard to explain
It is just a feeling I get
From making music making love
Getting both feet wet
Well every piece to the puzzle
Snapped tight to the groove
I Close my eyes breathe deeply and
Let my feet move
You know I feel a little better
Now for speaking my mind
Good vibes in circulation and
See who they find

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Naaaaaaa....
Make a joyful sound

h2o forms

was waiting for the snow to fall and cover us all
didn't have to wait long
shine on you crazy snowflake
we're all going to melt

What is Nutella?

Revelations come in tongues, come in sweets and come in sours and come in all sorts of hidden, archetypal flavors. In the mountains my tongue is sensitive to the receptions the earth offers this far above the sea, this close to the sun. A delicate balance and the nerve not to run, it’s not a race this close to the sun.

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so i got this in my email yesterday, think about it guys, think about it...

Dear Lift Ops Applicants

My apologies to those of you that this message in not applicable. I still have a few openings for Lift operations so if you or someone you know is still interested and can work until April 16th please let me know. All applicants must ski and own your own ski equipment. Housing is also extremely limited so please take this into consideration.


Rich Jensen
Recruiting Manager
Deer Valley Resort
1-800-475-4562
www.deervalley.com
rjensen@deervalley.com

Send Your Melancholy Sledding

Melancholy

Sometimes the moment arrives and for all your pre-worry its still more abrupt than you expected and what you want, what you really crave deep down isn’t what you reflexively do so you follow through and come around again and then BAM! You’ve already set yourself up.

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Another Brick in the Wall
Pink Floyd

Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy, what else did ya leave for me?
Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me?

All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, Teachers, leave those kids alone

All in all its just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! leave those kids alone!

All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

I don't need no arms around me
I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No, don't think I need anything at all
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall

who? me?

the future is now

and I'm off to Utah, what treasure's await? wait, i think i've already found them...

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I wanna sing it to my sisters and my brothers
Just keep the faith,
When the storm flies and the wind blows
Go on at a steady pace,
When the battle is fought and the victory is won
We call all shout together,
"We have overcome!"
We will talk to the Father and to the Son
When we make it to the Promised Land.

Walk together little children,
You don't ever have to worry,
Through this world of trouble
We gotta love one another,
Let's take our fellow man by the hand
Try to help him to understand
We will all be together just shakin’ our asses
When we make it to the promised land.

Our Bible reads,
"Thou shall not be afraid
Of the terror by night
Nor the arrow that flies by day,
Nor for the pestilence
That walketh in the darkness,
Nor for the destruction
That waiteth in the noonday hour."

This world is not our own,
We're only passing through,
Our treasure's all laid up
Way beyond the blue,
Let's do the very best that we can
While we're traveling through this land
We can all be together,
Shakin' our hair,
When we make it the Promised Land.

Children, we can
Make it to the Promised Land,
We can all be together
For ever and ever
When we make it to the Promised Land.

sweet sweet victory

sexicumpf in o6

And as the clock struck midnight, and then midnight :03 we rolled over and I got a really good feeling about going to utah to start my job as a full time ski lift operator for deer valley mountain next week…

Rollover
string cheese incident

Imagine standing on a mountain top in Utah
Seashells at your feet
Ravens rising everywhere
Their crying fills the air
It's so hard to believe
That ten thousand years ago
Could it really be
Where you're standing was the sea?
She's cried out before
rising from her core
Now we're looking through that door

Is she going to Rollover?
Rolling over you and me
Rollover
Rolling over could it be?
All the cities are going to be
Two Thousand feet under the sea
Rollover
Rolling over you and me

Walking through the city of Jerusalem
They said it will be washed clean
It's getting pretty dark out there
No one doesn't seem to care
Looking for my submarine
A voyage to the ocean floor
To find a city lost in lore
So many things left unseen
Don't believe
We will have the final say
Cause she will always find her way
She might roll over
Rolling over you and me
Rollover

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We live for the moment our mental projections take on material vibration and our resolve to wonder at what we sense- but cannot explain- expands into a bath bomb of love. Bath bombs are great by the way. So much packed up into a sphere waiting for a sitting pool of warm water to dissipate and sprinkle with scent and submerge and submerging and submerged and submerging into the submerged and so on and so on and the subject and the object merge into one, ya dig?
What’s the difference here? I confuse myself thinking about it too much, but I don’t want to grow content in my cage and stop thinking about it. It puts me in a pinch.
Silly syllables.

Wisdom
1. Form is overrated.
2. Always walk out with wood.
3. Anonymous bubbles. Anonymous miracles.
4. Atmosphere is key.

appropriateness vs inappropriateness

Cole's High School (of fish)

There are these things, these reoccurring metaphors that really seem to be expressing the point. They come around for a few days at a time, sometimes more and sometimes less. Sometimes they relate to things that swelled up years ago or weeks ago or sometimes, sometimes, to times before I was born. Those are hard to detect of course, but they are detectable nonetheless. My skill at doing so is arbitrary, but I’m getting better. I’m getting better aren’t I?

I met a man named Bill Cornelius tonight and he told me that Jesus was going to come knock on my door. I told him I think he’s already come but he has the same knock as the Buddha and we got into a discussion. He assured me that Jesus said “I am the way, I am the light, I am the truth…” in the scriptures somewhere, and because of that it must mean he is the one, the only one and the only way. I assured him I have profound respect for Jesus, but what about them having the same knocks? It was interesting. I reminded him the I Ching and the Tao are all about the Way too. In fact the Tao translates as the Way, but overlap wasn’t really an option for him, and I guess he made a case for simplicity sake. He seemed very smart, and its true when you cut to the chase of it Jesus really was the man and through him you can attain enlightenment, or live as good as you want to surrender. He is indeed one of the few ways for certain to learn how to unconditionally love…
It was interesting because I talked a lot because I ramble like I do and he was reposed and kept to his point. I wasn’t really pressing him and I didn’t really disagree with anything he ways saying, it was just within a limited context. Hmm, I guess that’s what it is, the part people don’t see without the book, which is just the limited context of any given situation. That’s not too big of a problem though because we can know without knowing all the reasons why.
It was as if I’ve been exposed to too many paths, and the arbitrariness of two Only paths existing stumbles me, though I know it shouldn’t


Wisdom
1. Stare it in the face.
2. It comes out just a little bit at a time but its intense.

Been on the road till tomorrow
Been through the joy and the sorrow
Been through the mud, steered through the flood
But I still got a long way to go…

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A Better Man
Sam Bush

Sitting here in my problems
What am I gonna do now?
Am I gonna make it
Some way some how?
Well maybe im not supposed to know
Maybe I’m supposed to cry
And if nobody ever knows the way I feel
That’ll be alright, that’ll be ok
Cause I’m gonna make this world a better place
I’m keep that smile on my face
I’m gonna teach my self how to understand
Gonna make myself a better man.

Lighting out my window
Climbing up the walls
Is anybody gonna save me
Are they gonna let me fall?
I don’t really want to know
I just hold on the best I can
And if I fall down ill just get back up
And it’ll be alright, it’ll be ok.

Cause I’m gonna make this world a better place
I’m keep that smile on my face
I’m gonna teach my self how to understand
Gonna make myself a better man.

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These are the types of experiences I want to be having. What is it about that really good feeling?

THE IMAGE I HOLD IN MY MIND IS THE IMAGE THROUGH WHICH I ACT. THERE IS NO SUBJECT AND OBJECT SEPERATION. THIS WHOLE WORLD OF FORMS IS LESS THAN REAL. IF EVERYONE BELIEVED THAT THAT WOULD BE BELIEVABLE. IF THE GREEKS HADN’T forced forms then the west wouldn’t be away from the east. Duality is the mythos, the madness of it all. It all comes so nice and slow when its sweet…

It’s just over there, just over that summit, then it’s on your way down for another year. No not down, because you want to go up, so you just know that down is up and roll on with the metaphor.

Its raining and its moist and its great. People are good here, this is a good palace. 06 is a big year to be strong. Stay on the track. Love the way.

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Crosseyed and Painless
Talking Heads
(cheese covered this last night, how appropriate)

Lost my shape, Tryin' to act casual!
Can't stop, I might end up in the hospital
Changin' my shape, I feel like an accident
They're back! To explain their experience

Isn't it weird, Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away, That was their policy

I'm ready to leave, I push the facts in front of me
Facts lost Ya, facts are never what they seem to be
There's nothing there! No information left of any kind
LLLifting my head L'L'Looking for danger signs

There was a line, There was a formula
Sharp as a knife, Facts cut a hole in us

I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting

The feeling returns, Whenever we close our eyes
Lifting my head looking around inside

The island of doubt, It's like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight, Got the message from the oxygen
M'M'Making a list, Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right, Facts are useful in emergencies

The feeling returns Whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head Looking around inside.

Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things

I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting

this is important

One gets the feeling they should tell someone how weird it’s getting, but when you look around for someone to tell you you realize you’re probably the sanest one here actually...then you chop that notion down right quick because that’s just ignorant talk and you know that and your working through that, no need to beat yourself up about it. So what is it? It’s nothing, exactly, that’s what I thought, just wanted to make sure. I was unsure for a minute but then I remember I already knew it was stupid. But what about the time in Frisco? And what about during the…and under the moon in the Labyrinth?…at the home…that time at the clinic…at the show…the hotel room…when you drove to his grave…when he hugged you…when you felt the beat again and that deep warm bubbling sensation inside and you erupted with the bliss again and the Oz is ever floating and we keep going…we are going…Maybe other people should be coming to you to tell you how weird it’s getting. Oh shit, they’re coming…
The important thing is to never take any one moment too seriously. Meet the moment wherever it is- when it comes- with a smile on your face. Just laugh it off, use your mind’s eye and telescope out with a smile on your face. Use your mind’s eye and telescope in with a smile on your face. Keep a smile on your face and live life like you feel you should and do it with a smile on your face. Don’t get too attached to your Mind’s Eye either, you transcend that too.
What have I dreamed about lately? Hmm let me think. I had a few really bad dreams in Bama and woke up annoyed a few times. That’s no good. I think I’m just adjusting to the beginning of a new life phase, for everyone. It felt good to get that ego silliness out in dreams though now that I look back on it. Maybe this is how the process goes? The process? Haha… silly me I know I know…
…It’s amazing how everything fits together and rolls on like it does in those tubes of connections rolling and rolling on… A few things coming together at once influencing everything on different levels of waves… The Bandwidth Wave: the roots of the wave, the trunk of the wave, the branches of the wave, the leaves of the wave… the Spirit of the wave…Jimmy?... Jimmy?...bonedigger bonedigger run back down the alley way…
What is it to reinvent one’s self? What is it to recreate a foundation of the personality? What is it to transcend? Better yet, what is it like after one has transcended? Who are we talking about here? Did you mean what is it like for you or for me afterwards? How does the freshness register in the perceptions? Where do our Perceptions touch? Do they touch? Do they overlap? Whose been carving all this up with all this nonsense? Who commissioned this render? Whose renders what where?... actually I think I know the answer to that last question…
Then again, if these questions where answerable I should suppose there to be no difference between the actual experience and the description of it. Quite an assumption! Nonsense! This is the rub, the interface paradox I understand but can’t understand, or at least can’t find a way to describe it to myself. How much do I need to worry about this description part anyways? Who taught me to worry like this? Where is this coming from? What can I separate from mere description? Can I separate? Can you separate for me? Please?
Sometimes it seems to be diametrically opposed to the Present moment and I can’t be in the Present and be describing the Present at the same time because that splits it. From what I’ve gathered so far it’s more important to be in the Present than to describe the experience of being in the Present to your inner head, you follow? That would be taking the cause and effect analogy a little too far. It’s a hard line to see, I understand. The easy part that I think you might be missing though is that its not really a line, it’s more like a level, a leap, a gap you hop over and then turn around and see where you were. You’re still thinking A to B to C instead of out of D comes the perception of A to B to C (D of course representing the Pop charts at any given period of time when the particular sample is taken.) It’s spontaneous, it’s non-duality, it is the source of existence, it is creator, it is the creation, it is creating, it is you and I, it is now and it is always and eternal and never will be any more than it is- right now…
I can feel it sometimes when I read things from all over in a short span of time… it all coalesces and I get this nervous-like feeling in my stomach which I could surmount if I wasn’t always caught off guard by it every time. It just comes up you see, and when it does, well that’s the whole thing really, so it’s no use patternizing it to death. There is no separation between the object and the subject. It is the whole thing. It is good, it is Quality, it is a lot easier than you think.

does it work this way too?

Wisdom:
1. Wear soft clothes because girls really like to rub up against soft clothes.
2. How many times a day do you actually look at yourself in the mirror? I mean look right into your own eyes in the mirror?
3. The Afternoon depression sets in.
4. Your psychic girlfriend is real, believe it.
5. Start from the inside and work your way out.
6. Follow the guy in the red shirt.
7. Trust that feeling you get in the back of your neck.
8. Some people are late sometimes, but sometimes it’s because they really take their time.
9. Get healthy.
10. Be Out-front with It.
11. Come to meet everything that you know.
12. If you’re bored, either clean up your room or Create something.
13. Go! Go Johnny Go!
14. That’s what I used to do. That’s what I’m used to doing.

No Compassion
Talking Heads

In a world
where people have problems
In this world
where decisions are a way of life
Other people's problems they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time

So many people...have their problems
I'm not interested...in their problems
I guess I've...experienced some problems
But now I've...made some decisions
Takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense
Take my compassion...Push it as far as it goes
My interest level's dropping, my interest level is dropping
I've heard all I want to, I don't want to hear any more

What are you, in love with your problems?
I think you take it...a little too far
It's...not so cool to have so many problems
But don't expect me to explain your indecisions
Go...talk to your analyst, isn't that what they're paid for
You walk, you talk...You still function like you used to
It's not a question...Of your personality or style
Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good

In a world where people have problems
In this world where decisions are a way of life
Other people's problems, they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time
(Here we go again)

you've got to understand

Soulfood Man
Mike Gordon

He's a big Southern guy with a funny smile
And he always seems to know
By looking right in your eye
Where you've come from and where you're going to go

He could race a car, play a guitar,
Or do the voice for a cartoon show
And you can see him on the silver screen
Or standing up, telling a joke about a ball moving slow

But he isn't gonna go to the show
Until he's got a bucket of soulfood food to go
You've got to understand: he's a soulfood man

Well he had figured it out, all about
How to play his guitar so slow
That he could play 'till the end of time
And all you would here him play is one note

But he better not start, 'cause he knows in is his heart
That the sound of the note would grow
And the people would block their ears
And glasses would crack, and the soulfood shack would explode

And there wouldn't be rice and beans
And Sonny couldn't bring on the bowl full of collard greens
You've got to understand: he's a soulfood man

the christmas spirit

by Allison Krauss

As I went down to the river to pray
Studying about that good ol' way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the way!

O sisters let's go down
Lets go down, Come on down
O sisters lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the robe & crown
Good Lord show me the way!

O brothers lets go down
Let's go down, Come on down
O brothers lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the star and crown?
Good lord show me the way!

O fathers lets go down
Let's go down, Come on down
O fathers lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the robe and crown?
Good Lord show me the way!

O mothers lets go down
Come on down, don't you wanna go down?
O Mothers lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol' way
And who shall wear the star and crown?
Good Lord show me the way!

O sinners lets go down
Lets go down, come on down
O sinners lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the thorny crown?
Good Lord show me the way!